As the man I am, I dislike

More purities and feelings send

Into the extacy I hate

Nobody controls me

Maybe it's because nobody wants to

Anyway



They watch the terror

In a maze full of gray we shall rest

Incomplete, fictive mirror

Enchanting the way, I do at my best



When a man disconnects, he will lie

A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading

The poor suckers brain

I'm one of those men

But hey then again: Who's to say



Grey is coming, a broken frame



On the cross, my mirror

Unattended my body decays

A future loss, aching nearer

Soon I'll meet the boss



[The band is talking:]

- Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...

jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p¥ den dukke der

- tihi

- Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m¦rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?

- Jojo



[which translates to something like:]



[- There was something, I thought there was something about... I was]

[playing all wrong... I was only thinking about that doll, you know]

[- (laughing) Teehee]

[- I thin... Didn't you notice how many riffs I played wrong?]

[- Yeah, sure]